Recently, sitting on a beautiful sunny day outside a cafe I watched a child play with a dog many times her size: I HAD to write about it and capture that moment of my life. I sat there, put pen to paper and just allowed the words to flow. Nothing grand, just a description of the moment as it came to me. As a result, I felt so connected to myself and to the world, something we can all use a bit more of.
Free writing allows you to tap into the part of you that's totally JUDGEMENT FREE and FREE YOURSELF to EXPERIENCE YOU!!
So here's my suggestion: SIT, NOTICE, FEEL, WRITE, EXPERIENCE. It'll open you up to notice the joy that already lies within you in every moment: happiness, sadness, wonder, love and just being.
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"The bulldog, too big for the tiny child’s shoulders. Her giggling, wiggling wonder of life too perfect to pass by unnoticed. They squirm one another into experience, unable to contain the joy and yet can barely handle the sensation of life in this moment. Electric experience, needing to move; joy uninhibited by anything but the size of life. We cannot contain the charge, but it finds us, moves us, powers itself, and we are the fortunate porous receptacles that for a brief moment contain the world in wonder.
Holding, circuit stops, but moving into energy, the experience flows... flows... flows until it is our circuitry that wears out, worn out from joy. Is that what we’re so afraid of? One last pass; a few pats as both know the experience will soon be past; a tone of sadness and longing. Even before logic is fully formed we resist the loss, and in so doing miss out on precious moments of experience. The early patterns aimed to protect. Why die before the energy expires? Move into loss and a new circuit is born. "
Free writing allows you to tap into the part of you that's totally JUDGEMENT FREE and FREE YOURSELF to EXPERIENCE YOU!!
So here's my suggestion: SIT, NOTICE, FEEL, WRITE, EXPERIENCE. It'll open you up to notice the joy that already lies within you in every moment: happiness, sadness, wonder, love and just being.
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"The bulldog, too big for the tiny child’s shoulders. Her giggling, wiggling wonder of life too perfect to pass by unnoticed. They squirm one another into experience, unable to contain the joy and yet can barely handle the sensation of life in this moment. Electric experience, needing to move; joy uninhibited by anything but the size of life. We cannot contain the charge, but it finds us, moves us, powers itself, and we are the fortunate porous receptacles that for a brief moment contain the world in wonder.
Holding, circuit stops, but moving into energy, the experience flows... flows... flows until it is our circuitry that wears out, worn out from joy. Is that what we’re so afraid of? One last pass; a few pats as both know the experience will soon be past; a tone of sadness and longing. Even before logic is fully formed we resist the loss, and in so doing miss out on precious moments of experience. The early patterns aimed to protect. Why die before the energy expires? Move into loss and a new circuit is born. "